March 24, 2006

Fatherhood, Ain't it a Bitch?

Guest Post by Ilyka's boyfriend

[Ilyka says: I had to let him do this because he wouldn't shut up about it. I do believe the man is starting to identify as a pro-feminist male. Note: Please save any "pussy-whipped" jokes for someone who gives a fuck.

My boyfriend's post may have nothing to do with strawfeminist arguments--he never could stay on topic--but it certainly does say a whole bunch about the priorities of our ostensibly family-values-havin' culture that a major sports pundit would . . . oh, just read the post.]


I was driving earlier today listening to the Dan Patrick show on the radio when Dan told this heartwarming story about how he had to watch his daughter perform in Beauty and the Beast. Dan was pretty upset about having to miss some of the Sweet Sixteen, but his assistant was text messaging him the scores during the show. Dan was pretty upset about Duke losing, and the show, well, that was pretty nice, too. Ah, Fatherhood.

I don't know how much this has to do with patriarchy, but I never thought I would hear a grown man complaining about missing a basketball game to see his own daughter perform in a play. I mean, when Homer misses one of Lisa's recitals, he usually at least feels bad about it.

Dan Patrick taking in his daughter's performance

I think in general men have improved on parenting; I doubt my father ever changed a diaper in his life, and he sired seven children. On the other hand, I have noticed a growing number of men who aren't much more mature than their offspring. Guys, can we get some balance between the two?

Posted by Ilyka at March 24, 2006 02:00 PM in blog against the strawfeminist

M: "Homer, I'm talking about the future of our marriage!"

H: "But honey, if I listen to you, I won't be watching teevee! You can see the bind I'm in!"

Funny in fiction. Death in real life.

Posted by: Harvey Jerkwater at March 24, 2006 08:25 PM

My guy is great with the baby. He's the primary caretaker for sure. You can tell because he's the one that knows when her next doctor's appointment is, makes it, and actually takes her there. Those details just aren't in my head. Now housework, that's a different ballgame. And I wouldn't exactly call him mature.

I'm always taken aback when other women insist I should be helping more! It's enough that he does half the baby stuff. I shouldn't expect him to do dishes too! Don't worry: he doesn't ever do them.

Sometimes women are our own worst enemies. Cliche, but so true.

Posted by: sage at March 25, 2006 10:11 AM